
The origin of the place would go back up to Clovis. Without going also far, all the Parisian have some memories buried around and not only ashes of the big men who are buried there (Victor Hugo, Voltaire, Gambetta, Emile Zola, Pierre and Marie Curie, etc.). In 1981, we saw also François Mitterrand, squeezed into his black coat there, to raise his rose of the same red as its scarf. A story says also that threatened by the humidity of the ground, the pantheon was saved by the ingenuity of an architect who had the idea to lift the building by intecting inject below some molten lead. The method? Practise at regular intervals holes of the diameter of a jumper everything around the base of the building, fill these holes of sawdust and spray abundantly the whole with water. The wet wood would have then, by simple elementary physical reaction, lifted the whole of some millimeters, enough to pour some lead in fusion there. The engineer let dry the sawdust and le Pantheon resumed its position. Really? Forgery? At any rate, as often, if the story is not true, it is attractive. We shall content ourselves with it.
© gérard Laurent